My Struggle

My home had been destroyed to its centre
There is no other fort for me on this earth to enter
Now in the middle of the white- see in a boat for life
Nothing is seen except the racist vortex, too rife!

You have mocked at my life, made me “uncivilized”!
The wounds of the colonization still bleed--
To keep indignant humiliation in my heart of gross
Martyrs are still hanging to every withered tree juxtaposed to the Cross

Your girlhoods swung next to the hanging corpse--
Of my father! Bridges are balanced between the dead blacks and white cops
I was broken into peaces and scattered further haws_
As Death failed to find those particles through the optic glass

My sisters died heartburn selves--
Mothers gave birth to your slaves
You built your wealth on the rotten corpses of my children
Now I dismantle your power, even in the world of modern!

I turn Red and bloody to celebrate my negritude
Though the world had not yet bastardized, I do it one-eyed
And the vigour of my struggle as I scuffle with the White- multitude
To restore my self-dignity for a future Black world with my own fortitude!